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I had an inkling that something like this might happen.

I’d seen Eri being treated with a cold shoulder at Lorian’s party, and the look on her face I saw briefly at the imperial banquet seemed to say, ‘I’m being abused!’

But damn it, there is no way I could have thought that they would come so late at night, and like this!

Maybe it’s because they’re chad fantasy people, they don’t seem to know about manners~

“So, what do you think? I have brought all my equipments to meet you, when you saw me like this, you were scared, right?”

Just ten meters away.

Gis, who was fully armed, “teased” with a giggle.

I was comfortably sleeping, and then I was woken up, is that why you are so happy, you punk?

This is unfair.

At the very least, this bastard, this a**hole, mustn’t be happy.
Just like me now!


“Tut, you didn’t change your habit of holding a b!tch in front of you like a shield? When I see a bastard like you, who has no power and only knows to hide under skirts…”

“Gis, I know, your mother is a prostitute.”


In an instant, the smile disappeared from his face.

It didn’t last long.

Because he had another smile on his face.

“Ahhh, you have really changed a lot, haven’t you? In the past, I would have never imagined you answering with something like that…”

“I also know that you are a real bastard who ran out of the house tired of the fact that your mother was a prostitute.”

Little by little, the smile on Gis’ face began to disappear.

“Did you grow guts from just what happened in the banquet? Just because you succeeded in a surprise attack doesn’t mean you’re stronger than me…”

“Your poor mother.
Even at this moment, she must be shaking her head and worrying about her only son.
Always, for her son who~ Ah, she might forget you on some moments when making love with some maximal c**k.”

Now, on Gis’ face, there was no sign of a smile.
He stared at me with a fiercely distorted expression.

“I’m going to cut off your limbs and throw them away as pig food.
When your limbs are torn, and you can’t even move…”

“Your mom, how much does she charge for an hour?”

“You motherf**ker!”

Gis unfurled the chain scythe in his hands.

Just as I was about to draw my sword.


A large bayonet flew in between me and Gis and stuck on the floor.
Thereafter, Frillite landed next with a greatsword, with long spears levitating behind her.


“Frillite? Why are you here?”

“I was waiting around to see if something like this would happen.
It was good that I stayed.”

She said as she easily pulled out her bayonet, half-studded into the ground.

I asked her carefully.

“…Did you hear that?”

“Well, I did.
It appears to me that alcohol has made your mouth low.
I didn’t know it when I was drinking along with you, but seeing it myself, I know it now.”

Nodding her head, she directly looked at me.

“Vulgar language demeans the speaker.
I don’t want your dignity to be degraded.
From now on, drink ale with a lower alcohol content instead of wine.”

“No, but…Ale is just so tasteless…”

“Again, I don’t want you to demean yourself.”

Frillite dangerously narrowed her gaze.


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